CHAPTER 175

  Olivia's POV

  The night air hit my face as we stepped out of the restaurant, a welcome relief from the stuffy atmosphere inside. Christopher's hand found the small of my back, guiding me down the sidewalk.

  "So." He cleared his throat. "About that answer."

  "What answer?" I played dumb, enjoying the way his jaw tightened.

  "Olivia."

  "Christopher." I mimicked his tone, earning an eye roll.

  "The exclusive arrangement. Yes or no?"

  I stopped walking, turning to face him. "What exactly does 'exclusive sugar baby' mean? Because right now it sounds like a fancy way of saying 'mistress with benefits.'"

  He laughed, pulling me closer. "It means you're mine. Only mine."

  "That's not detailed enough. What are the terms? The conditions? The fine print?"

  "You want me to spell it out on the street?"

  "Why not? Afraid someone might overhear your dirty little secrets?"